Kinda losing steam with the writing part of this. Maybe with the giving too. I mean, I’m giving, but I feel less motivation, or less intention around what I give. We’re right in the middle of this and the shininess of it has worn off. I’m no longer waking up thinking about what I could give. The “project” aspect is waning and it’s kind of ordinary now, mundane even.

Today I gave James a card that had apples all over it with one that had a bite taken out. It said, “I pick you.” And it was just so freakin’ sweet that I had to buy it for him. So, I gave it to him, and he liked it, and that was gooood.

And then I went over to my friend Hannah’s and brought food for dinner that we cooked. It felt more like exchange — I brought the food, she supplied the house, we ate the dinner together. I liked that part of it. I think I often get caught up in the calculus of who gave who what and when and who’s turn is it to give and if someone’s been giving to me a lot, then it’s not okay not to give back. I dunno. Kind of interesting to notice my mind around that — how I’m always measuring and keeping score.